The Cursed Soldier

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   Huff after huff and breath after breath, grey and white armored soldiers fought. Swords slashing and blood shedding, they fought their nastiest battle yet. In the midst of the horrifying scene, a green haired woman, different from the rest, wore the normal dark grey armor that the half of them are wearing, but it has accents of red. As she fought with ease, she decided to close her eyes and think of how it got to this. How everything got to this.

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   A green haired girl walked steadily on a green field, doing her daily chores but also getting away from the town that hates her so much. As she walked, she heard the sound of crying in the distance. Curious of who or what it was, she followed the sorrowful sound and she found herself standing before a tree..and a girl.
   The green haired girl had come across the source of the sound, and right before her sat a puffy eyed, but an angelic orange haired girl. Although it was weird enough to find a person crying in the middle of a field, what was more surprising was the attire that the orange haired girl was wearing. She wore clothes like none other, definitely straight from the palace of Lendorr; the kingdom that they lived in. The girl had on a white elegant and flowing dress with light blue accents.
   As the green haired girl observed her, the puffy eyed girl looked up with a tear stained face. This gave room for the green haired girl to observe her more. She had beautiful white eyelashes and eyebrows, not to mention her sun kissed freckles. She looked straight out of the sun, dazzling, shimmering, and bright. A human phoenix, even. The orange haired girl sniffled in which the abrupt sound brought the green haired girl back to reality.
   The green haired girl hesitated before she spoke: "So..what is your name?" she asked the pitiful girl below her. The orange haired girl looked up in surprise. "Ember." She responded. "And you?" Ember asked the green haired girl. She hesitated. "Frey.." About to say more, Frey cut herself off, though she had thought of saying more. It is risky to trust people, especially when you have an ability that is not welcomed by the world.
  Frey looked back at Ember, bringing herself back to reality. She studied the girl in front of her once again, and understood why her name is Ember. "Fire, huh?" Frey questioned, but Ember wasn't catching on. Frey laughed slightly and sat on the other side of the tree, resting her back against it. For something made solely out of bark, it was pretty comfortable. 
   "Ember means fire, right?" Frey asked more specifically this time. Embers head perked up, not expecting the question whatsoever. Her cheeks got slightly hot; no one had ever cared about her name before. Only her titles.
   "Well, yes, I suppose it does. Spark or fire." Ember replied. "That's a beautiful name, I must say." Frey acknowledged. Ember could feel her face get hot once again. "What about yours? What does yours mean?" Ember questioned curiously. Frey sat and thought for a minute, not too sure of the meaning. "Well, I am pretty sure it means "Free" " she paused. "Though it also means "exhaulted one; which isn't something I'd describe myself with." Frey said sarcastically, which made Ember laugh.
   Frey looked over at Ember as she chuckled happily; and could feel her cheeks get hot. How could one person be so beautiful? "Phoenix" Frey trailed off as she studied the radiant sight. Ember looked over at Frey. "What was that?" She asked. Frey turned her head and looked down at her grey dress, hiding her red cheeks. "Ah, nothing." She closed the thought.
   "Hey uhh, Ember," Frey paused "If you don't mind me asking.. why were you crying?"